Voyageur (verse)
Marconnier, Byrne
%)oyageur I raised night's proffered cup to parted lips, It was as though a thousand gallant ships Sailed down the blood-stream with that starry wine Into the far land of my heart's...
...From out my body then I cast my heart, Sealing the empty place that had no part In men's affairs...
...I sent my heart away to the world's end...
...To raise my heart," I answered, "from the dead...
...But yet I never learned a face so brave That it could hide the horror of that grave Of whose dark emptiness I dare not think, Nor even the dread stupor of its brink...
...oyageur I raised night's proffered cup to parted lips, It was as though a thousand gallant ships Sailed down the blood-stream with that starry wine Into the far land of my heart's confine...
...A glittering dolphin, curving at the prow, Hailed me as I stood, singing, in the bow...
...You have been false," I said, "a crafty friend: You offered beauty while you stayed her hand, Meeting my thirst for water with dry sand...
...Byrne Marconnier...
...For long ago I sent my heart away Into a country without night or day— An island exile on whose lonely shore Unpeopled oceans broke with muted roar...
...And so I sank, dull-weighted, down through space Till night in pity yielded me her grace— Offered a starry cup to my dead lips And in my blood-stream launched a thousand ships...
...he said...
...I said, "I shall have rest, Now I have torn the heart out of my breast...
...Where are you going, wanderer...
Vol. 12 • May 1930 • No. 1
